I impersonated God in America

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"Alright, let's go." Evelyn turned and walked towards the door. "If the snow gets too heavy, the way back won't be easy."

"Snow?" Margaret was taken aback and followed after him. "The forecast didn't say there would be snow tonight."

Before she could finish speaking, she heard a commotion of exclamations coming from outside the door.

Wow, it's actually snowing!

"Click, click, click (sound of taking photos)"

"Wow, it's been more than a decade since the last white Christmas."

"Thank God for giving us a white Christmas."

Margaret pushed open the side door of the church.

A cold wind swept over me.

She stared at the falling snowflakes, stunned, and instinctively turned to look in the direction Lynn had gone.

"No way?"

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office.

A thin layer of snow had accumulated on the windowsill.

Lynn glanced at the swirling snowflakes outside, then locked the door from the inside.

He brought up the system panel, and with so many events combined, the long-tail effect was quite considerable.

Seeing that he had barely managed to gather enough wish power for a ten-pull, he didn't pay any attention and started drawing lots directly.

A flash of golden light followed.

Paramecia-type Stone-Stone Fruit.

Lynn raised an eyebrow.

He hadn't expected it to be another fruit from the Dressrosa arc.

Counting the previous Kilogram Fruit, Silence Fruit, Healing Fruit, and String Fruit, this is already the fifth one.

This is too much of a workaholic!

However, it must be said that the fruit's ability is indeed of very high quality.

What's unusual is that, although the name sounds like a Logia-type fruit, this fruit is actually not a Logia-type fruit.

Its main ability is to manipulate rocks, and it can also merge its body into the rocks and use them as its own.

With just his Devil Fruit powers, he can transform into an extremely terrifying rock behemoth.

They can also freely alter the surrounding environment, shaping the land at will for attacks.

In modern times, the destructive power of this fruit on the terrain and its ability to freely burrow into the earth are simply too exaggerated.

Frankly, in Lynn's opinion, this fruit is stronger than the Mori-Mori Fruit in modern times.

But perhaps it's because it's a Paramecia-type Devil Fruit that this fruit was placed in the intermediate pool?

This made him look at the next one with some anticipation.

Paramecia-type Mirror-Mirror Fruit.

"No? You're so lucky?"

Lynn was genuinely pleasantly surprised when he saw the fruit.

Although the fruit's ability is to manipulate mirrors, it is actually much more complex than one might imagine.

It can use mirrors for defense and to deflect attacks, and it can also use mirrors to traverse space.

Unfortunately, this overlaps somewhat with the positioning of the Door-Door Fruit.

But for Lynn, the mirror world that came with it was already more than worth it.

Including the world that comes with the Door-Door Fruit, Lynn essentially has sovereignty over two worlds in addition to the real world.

Moreover, this fruit has a rather exaggerated effect.

That means you can use a mirror to copy other people's appearances, and even their abilities...

Pure supermodel.

Then Lynn seemed to remember something and brought up the Wish Power panel again.

He saw from backstage that the sacred fire in the Greek temple was continuously transmitting a considerable amount of spiritual energy.

This gave him a small surprise.

The stigmata he previously granted Giovanni was actually a stripped-down version of the power of will storage.

When the other party is presiding over Mass, they can obtain a certain degree of spiritual power, just like they did during their previous live broadcasts.

However, it can only be used to amplify Devil Fruit abilities. Moreover, he intercepts and takes the vast majority of it.

The amount of this vow was not much, so he usually ignored it and treated it as Giovanni's salary.

Influenced by Giovanni, he didn't pay much attention to it after he used the sacred flame to perform a miracle.

Without the output of willpower, the healing power of the sacred fire is essentially negligible; consider it a small reward for Greece.

Although the sacred flame was never used and was kept in a high-end position.

However, the faith in the sacred fire in Greece remains undiminished, which is completely different from the situation in Giovanni and Durandal.

Lynn suddenly realized this when he looked at the Holy Flame Vow Power tokens, each worth hundreds of dollars.

"Making relic objects to be worshipped... seems like it can be quite profitable?"

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"What?! What exactly happened during the month I was gone?!"

Parker stood there for a while at the exit of JFK Airport, dragging his suitcase.

He was a little unsure if he had gotten off at the wrong stop.

Since leaving Crete, he figured that since he was already out in the world, he decided to travel to many places to take photos.

He didn't care much about the location for the following Christmases and went back to his hometown, Hawaii, to spend them.

He looked up at the advertising screen on the exterior wall of the terminal building.

The extent to which movie advertisement posters were displayed was almost outrageous.

The most outrageous one took up an entire floor.

The background of the image is a dark thunderstorm cloud, and a giant bird wrapped in lightning spreads its wings, its wingspan almost covering the entire poster.

[The Iroquois: Endgame! Now Available!!!]

Apart from that, all other advertisements contained elements related to Iroquois.

[Thunderbolts: Heroes Never Return]

Indian Guard

Thunderbirds: Heroic Expedition

Captain Iroquois: Civil War

"F*** you! I must still be dreaming!"

He dragged his luggage and continued walking out, but the further he walked, the more uneasy he felt.

Thunderbird posters are plastered everywhere – in airports, at convenience store entrances, and in airport advertisements.

Pac hailed a taxi and gave them the address.

The driver glanced at him: "Back from out of town?"

"Yes, I spent some time in Hawaii."

The driver said "Oh," and stepped on the gas. The car drove out of the airport and merged into the traffic on the ring expressway.

As we drove into the city center.

Pa Ke leaned against the car window, looking out.

Then he noticed that more than half of the billboards on both sides of the road had changed.

[Iroquois Traditional Maize Festival - Spring Session]

【Handmade deerskin soft shoes - custom-made by tribal artisans】

One of the posters features an Indian chief flashing his white teeth and holding a bottle of perfume.

[Chanel Forest Son Collection - New Arrivals This Week]

Although he had previously learned about some of the Iroquois customs, this…

Pak rubbed his eyes.

"Is this...New York?"

The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror, his tone indifferent:

"Hey buddy, how long has it been since you came back?"

"About a month. Why?"

The driver clicked his tongue. "Looks like you must have missed the good show last week."

Pakko looked somewhat bewildered.

"Look for yourself, that one over there."

Pakko followed his gaze.

At that moment, a picture of an Indian was projected onto the giant screen in Times Square, New York.

"Wait a minute! Isn't that the president?!"

The president was dressed in full traditional Native American attire.

He wore a deerskin robe, an eagle feather headdress, and held a ceremonial staff in his hand.

He was following a Native American chief in a dance-like motion, a very "joyful" smile on his face.

The bottom is printed with a large promotional slogan.

[His Excellency the President had a cordial exchange with the High Chief of the Iroquois Union and learned a ritual dance while wearing traditional attire. Both sides reached several agreements on deepening tribal and federal relations.]

"Don't you think it's weird, bro?"

The driver raised an eyebrow.

"I feel it's very sacred."

"Consider what happened to Maine and Washington. It may seem a little strange, but at least New York is safe enough under Lord Thunderer's protection, isn't it?"

"..."

Pakko was somewhat speechless. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that what the other person said made sense.

"And you may have just come back; you'll get used to this style after a while."

"To be honest, once you get used to it, it's not bad."

The driver then gestured with his chin toward the bus stop outside the window.

"Look at that photo of the president; he's smiling more happily than if he were seeing his own father. But if he wants to do it, can we stop him?"

"Who told them to hold his lifeline in their hands?"

"Alright, it's time to get off the bus."

After the taxi left, Pacco remained standing there, silent.

"Dudududu!"

Accompanied by distant noises, Pacco spotted a parade.

Someone in the group was holding a banner with a large slogan on it.